Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Always ❯ Home Sweet Home ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Rating: R for violence and bad language
Disclaimers: I don't own Weiß or Schwarz, I just like to drool over them. I am not writing this for profit, but rather as a bit of fan appreciation. The only character here I do own in the chibi Farf ^^;
Warnings: Umm, there are probably some, this fiction takes place a while after the Dramatic Precious series and uses some information from the Schwarz dramas. Possible AU since the only copy I have of the DP series is some half-baked translations.
Pairing: Farfarello x Sally in the first part

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-- two --

"Tcht, what a stupid woman. Didn't even lock the door or cover Farfie up."

"Enough. Get the med kit from the car while I check to make sure he's alive."

"Ja. Ja."

The two voices echoed in the house, drawing the tiny child from her hiding spot towards the kitchen. The long shadows told of the passage of time, as did her stomache. A silent child, she did not complain, waiting for her dada to wake up and fix lunch as he always did. Of her mother, she haven't heard from her at all, not that she ever seen much of the woman outside of mornings and some evenings when she was allowed to stay up. Mother scared her; she was always too noisy and too loud and too demanding. Nothing like her dada who didn't raise his voice at her or demand that she stay away from the mud or learn manners.

The tiny girl peeked around the corner, brown eyes wide as she saw the strange man kneel in the mess around her dada. He had dark hair like he mother and wore a suit like her, but he wasn't as loud nor was he as angry looking. She took a step from behind the doorway, head tilted to the side like a curious bird's.

The man turned, the light catching on his glasses and she paused, frozen by the sunlight's glare. The man's face was imposing, his strong jaw taunt underneath tanned skin, his lips pressed together in a frown. He nodded once at the girl, pushing his glasses up into place, leaving a smear of sticky brown on his face.

Curiosity getting the better of her, she took a step forward, golden brown eyes studying the man before her then she dropped her gaze at the pale form laying against the floor. One tiny stocking foot touched the black look pool the man knelt in, her eyes raised again as if to question why he was there getting his clothing stained. If he was at all like mother, the man would be yelling by now or rushing to wash out the stains and complaining it was all dada's fault.

"It's alright," the man said, his deep voice soothing, calm. "Farfarello has made worse messes that I've had to clean up."

She titled her head to the other side, her lips forming the word. "Faw faw 'ello?"

"Farfarello," the man repeated, grabbing a handful of her dada's hair and using it to pull his head from the floor, skin parting from the sticky floor with the sound like that of a wet vacuum cleaner. Her dada muttering something, one eye blinking open before closing shut, his left hand snagging on the other man's wrist.

"Da was sleeping," she stated calmly, mouth pressed in a tiny frown.

"Heh, your daddy was hurt."

That second voice caused her to start, her tiny form shying away from the new person. His voice wasn't as calm as the kneeling man's; she could taste the mixture of anger and frustration hidden underneath the nasal twang. She looked up and up, eyes widening at the bright orange-red hair falling wildly around his face. His eyes were blue like the blue dye on her mother's fine plates, and she was reminded of the fox her dada once took care of.

"Da huwt?" She scrunched her nose at the concept. She could accept him being hurt even though he was the most powerful man she knew. "Get bettew?"

"He will. Your dad is a tough bastard and it would take more than a couple of shots to keep him down."

"Schuldig, don't swear in front of the baby."

She stamped a tiny foot. "Not baba! Big giwl now!"

Both adults looked down at her, the redhead with a broad smirk, and the dark hair man with a frown. Sighing faintly, the dark haired man brushed sticky hair from her dad's face, one finger prodding at a large discolouration on her dada's forehead above his right eye.

"Why are you always throwing yourself in the path of bullets?" he murmured then looked at the girl again. "What is your name?"

"Deiwdwe Nyx," she replied, "An' I'm not a baba! 'M two an' a half!"

"Sorrowful compassion and night, how appropriate. Being such a big girl, I bet you can help Schuldig with cleaning up the kitchen while I bandage up Farfarello."

She nibbled on her lip for a moment then nodded. The dark haired man stood, yanking her dada up by the arm and slinging him over his shoulder. Dada muttered a weak protest at the treatment but didn't fight the other adult at all. Schuldig gave the dark haired man a white shiny box then grinned down at her.

She blinked up for a moment, then told him, "I have shoes wit smiles on tem."

His grin faltered.

"You don look like tem at all, so why you Shoe-dick?"

He coughed, his face turning red then squatted down so they can look at each other without her getting a kink in her neck. Though why a kink would want with her neck had been a puzzle to her though her mother got them all the time much to her dada's amusement. Showing a gentle patience that was at odd with his nervous movements, he explained that the name was German and tried to teach her how to say it right. The big word did not fit in her mouth properly so he told her to call him Schu until she can say his full name. Then he nudged her to show him where the cleaners and mop and bucket were, and let her push the mop around on the floor through the sticky mess until he took over and let her ride on his shoulders as he mopped.

Deirdre liked this funny man with the apple-scented hair and the horrible singing voice. She wrapped her tiny arms around his neck, resting her chin on his shoulders, yawning and snuggling closer. Her eyes popped open a second lately, her tiny frame bolting wide awake as her dada entered the room, followed by the dark haired man.

"Must you damage her hearing, Schu?"

"Tcht, you wouldn't know any music if it bit you on the ass."

"Schuldig, Farfarello, we are on a time limit. Please restrain yourselves until after the trip."

"Twip? Dada goin' bye?"

"And you're coming with me, me poppet."

Her dada's hands plucked her from Schuldig's back and settled her on his own shoulder. He smelt of fresh soap and his long hair was now trimmed into short soft spikes that she had to touch with her tiny hand. There was a large bandage covering the spot over his right eye, bandages around his upper left arm and probably more hidden by the clothing he wore. She looked gravely at him, at the serious expression then nodded once, hugging him and nestling herself against his big chest.

"Me go too. We go Japan?"

"Aye."

"Viwit kitties?"

"Aye."

Schuldig laughed, dumping the red stained water down the drain and putting away the mop and bucket. Bright blue eyes looked over at the man in the suit, mouth curving up into a grin as he lit a thin cigarette.

"Well, at least someone knows Braddum's plans this time. Who knows, maybe it won't be the end of the world like it was last time, ja?"

Deirdre wondered why that caused her father to laugh, deep and quiet in his throat. It didn't sound funny to her. It was probably something only a big girl of three would understand so she snuggled against her dada and let him pack their things.